No matter how many times I travel, I'm always blown away by how I can hop on a plane and land in a whole new world in a matter of hours. Step out and greet foreign sights, smells, and cultures. The novelty of a place... but that's a different story for another time.
6:30 am (all thanks to selfless Connie, who escorted us to LAX at an ungodly hour), Air Canada A319 lifted off to the sun rising,
proceeded to fly right over the California coast,
and in between dozing off and admiring the scenery, took us across the border to Canada.
I dream of a day when pilots point out the landmarks we fly over. Is there an app for this yet?
Canada, you had me at hello. Or should I say first breath? Stepping out of our plane at YYC, we could immediately feel the 50 degree difference from the perpetual summer that is LA. Not just temperature-wise, but also in the quality of the air. So crisp, so clear that I subconsciously blurted out, "I love Canada!" a good 7 times within the first 10 minutes.
Another first impression: the stereotype is true - Canadians are super nice. I've not had a more pleasant experience at the airport than at Calgary. From the security guys to the car rental workers, customer service was nothing short of stellar. So our journey on the ground began, excitement rushing through my veins. I wanted to hug this wonderful nation and every Canadian I met.
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